The Faded Frontier
The iron bit bites into your mouth before the first scream of the horn reaches your ears. You are already running, already falling, already part of the mud and the blood and the screaming horses. This is not a battle in the way you taught it in the lecture halls of the old university, with its clean lines and theoretical outcomes. This is a slaughter. You are a scholar of the Old Ways, a keeper...
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